History of Makeup

Historian Madeleine Marsh has a book named "Compacts and Cosmetics" and as one of my favorite makeup artists Lisa Eldridge points out; she not only talks about the journey of makeup from the victorian times to our day but also the history of women...how wars, revolutions, social and economical changes affected the way women approached and wore makeup. And of course the amazing changes in the packaging and product designs of different eras.

It makes me so happy to see people with whom I share the same passions in life..hope you enjoy it too.



the journey continues...

Earrings at sunset

All photos taken by my dear friend, the special & talented Senem Sinem aka Sangria Lemonade!

Come on. Don't be lazy and check her works at: senemsinem.com

when i was a child, my mom would sit us down with our sister and tell us about her infatuated love and appreciation towards elvis.  and the many days she cried after he passed away.  when we were teenagers, me and my sister, we would talk about the day michael jackson would be gone and i'd say, "i will die the day he dies".  how dramatic we were and still are in many ways:-)

i have never been a "fan" of someone or something.  i have never been the type of a girl to pin posters up her walls.  never spent my teenage years collecting stickers.  never appreciated or liked someone outside of my "social circle" with all my heart and soul, other than michael jackson.  

i never bought his commercial items, never imitated him.  i never cared to go to "michael jackson" themed parties or events because what his music meant to me was on a very personal level.   when we were in elementary school, we would make road trips to Europe because of my fathers business.  those were the last memories of my father and mother being together, and my sister, the four of us, in our volkswagen santana, and the soundtrack of our trip was michael jackson's "bad" album.

after my parents' divorce and after many years of constant arguments and their justified isolation from one another, i avoided listening to "man in the mirror" for a looong time, i mean a loooooong time.  i still cannot refrain myself from crying, every time EVERY TIME  i listen to the song.  time freezes, every experience from that day on, every new feeling, everything i have learned and have changed about myself for better or for worse, is insignificant.  i am beamed into that year of the road trip and the feelings come alive with the first notes of the song, every time.

there is no song on earth that makes my heart jump like "give into me", no other musical medium that translates my feelings of "passionate love" like this particular song.

my sister texted me "michael jackson died".  i woke up that morning with her message and felt nothing.  i didn't feel sorrow, i wasn't surprised or shocked.  he lived in a solid, unbreakable place in my heart, his existence as flesh&bone, now gone...did that really matter to me?  in our small talks within friends, my girls always mocked me when i said i didn't believe in the accusations.  and even if they were true, in my mind i justified them.  someone with the life experience of michael jackson was proned to anything and everything "unhealthy", there had to be a better, a more satisfying explanation to all this.  we live in a world where people are constantly exposed to the "recipe of an ideal life" as being one where the closer you get to yourself, the more successful you will be, in your profession, in your relationships.  a great professor of mine once said that in personal relationships, we all hunger for acceptance and forgiveness.  people mistake true love with sensuality.  inner happiness is far from being a reality when we spend our days and nights and months and years, constantly figuring out ways to get closer to ourselves.  the only true heros are ones who, with their honesty and compassion help "others" in one way or another, who have the intelligence and the modesty to step out of their beings and touch others in a way that leave infinite marks.  michael jackson was my hero,  and to many others, he was all that and more...